untitled no.1

Nothing else exists when I’m behind the shower curtain

Guarded from the “real” world and all that is uncertain

Hidden in my steamy chamber of bliss,

Of nothingness!

The spray from the showerhead gives my ears a blanket of wet safety

Drowning out other possibilities

I’m down deep, sinking

Could you reach me?

My existence is loved, hated, questioned, and scorned

I’m everything that you’ve been working so hard towards

So hard to ignore

I’m the whore

Give me a good score

I deserve it

After the performance of a lifetime

You may be right

I may be temporary

But like an appetite, I can just as well be lingering and unsatiating

forever floating in your subconscious

I’ll be the cause of your inability to wake up one day

Brain death!